jus de poemme

[immaterial]

It's another day
another day. Another day
and I am not a tulip
or a rose incarnate
but I am breathing. breathing
brea th
ing

I am at a point where cliff and sky intersect
It's a lovely view, but a difficult drop,
difficult because I want to see tomorrow

Traffic blurs past,
whistling apes wanting theirs,
they fumble up another ladder
(r
evolution)
toward a distant speck
on an orange horizon

I can try to inspire sympathy
and call myself withdrawn, misguided
gaunt, pale, devoid of dream and spirit
but I'm actually none of these.
I'm healthy, pink. A warm heartbeat
in my wrist, I am selfish and disappointed
about things that don't work out. betrayal,
shame--a difficult drop indeed,
knowing that it was only these things
that broke me
or almost did.